Category: Doing Divorce

A thoughtful discussion about divorce. This blog provides guidance and insight from Angela’s work as a divorce lawyer. With over 18 years of experience assisting men and women through the divorce journey, she has learned from her own divorce, too. The intention is to provide an up close and personal view of divorce. You will not find legal advice here, but you will find practical advice based on real examples of what Angela and her clients have faced through the transition of divorce.

It’s #TBT! If you heed Angela’s advice in her Permission to Parent series – you may also be able to say, “Lucky Us.” I remember the instantaneous excitement I felt when the girls came home from school and enthusiastically reported that Anna got a part in the play. As someone who did my own share…

“It would be so easy. He deserves it for making this decision without you. Who does he think he is? You are their mom!” The snarky and self-satisfied devil sat perched on my shoulder whispering into my ear. I could firmly press down one of his vulnerability buttons and expose the worry that he would…

I did not know until I was married that my personal kryptonite was being called lazy. I can still hear him today. I was exhausted from managing a growing law practice, a full and demanding caseload, and my two toddler daughters. I was pleading for him to allow me a Saturday morning sleep-in. …

The truth about my daughters going to the mall, as I describe in Part 1 of this series, was that I wasn’t ready. Not only was I not ready, I wasn’t consulted in advance or even at the time. I was just told. And worst for me, I was not prepared. If he had asked…

We have all made the mistake of responding to a co-parent in the heat-of-the-moment-haste. What would it have been like if you instead had paused? Would your heated reaction have been the same an hour later? “But this is an emergency!! My children are in danger!” I hear you and my clients calling…

My stomach and heart clenched up when I received my daughter’s message. “Dad is going to drop us off at the mall while he runs an errand.” My children were 6th and 4th graders at the time. “He what????” I wanted to reply. But I didn’t. First I fumed for a full two minutes. …

Today we are throwing it back to a time when Angela was reminded that she was not alone – even when facing illness after divorce. I thought it was heat rash when the red prickly, itchy bumps appeared. Then the pain set in and my instincts told me otherwise. The doctor took one look…

We were both nervous. When I reached for her hand in the car to offer a reassuring squeeze, the clamminess I felt from hers was a sure sign that her stomach was fluttering. She was facing the unknowns of a new school without knowing another soul. I was facing the unknowns of how I was…

It innocently arrived in my mailbox – a small plain postcard. Four short lines announcing an open house for my eldest daughter to attend at our neighborhood high school because she will be entering its halls in the fall. The flutter felt in my stomach soon folded into a pit. I was wrapped in emotion…

I weigh myself. Ugh. Add that to the list of resolutions. I stare into my messy closet. Ugh. Add that to the list of resolutions. I can count the number of vegetables in my house on two fingers. Ugh. Add that to the list of resolutions. And I keep going until my list is in…